#2

It’s been a wild day — shocks of stinging hail followed by intense sunlight sending shafts of glimmer onto the black lochs; stunning craggy mountains, loch Ewe and North Sea appearing and disappearing suddenly, as if they’re flashing me…and rainbows threaded through it all.

Last night was what I call a Cailleach teaching — this may be familiar with you as something like (fairly) instant karma — where a less-than-whole mindset/ action seems to attract an unfolding of events that teach you a lesson (should you choose to perceive it as that)to put you back into balance.

In my…


Today I have put my body in a place that is an edge — it’s a small valley that meanders between the flat topped mountains on the borders between England and Cymru. I am technically “at work” as I collect mistletoe berries to plant further west for folks as part of my living.

We go back, this place and me. I’ve been coming here for nearly 30 years, at the same time of year and following the same routes. Today sky is sullen — grey cloud devours the blue of early morning that came on the heels of the most…


I woke up as dawn came to rain rattling down onto the canvas of my yurt , and sky looking a bit queasy and unsettled through the clear plastic that covers the crown of the roof. I had a sad feeling in me that I hadn’t been to Scotland at all — that I hadn’t taken a month of my life and placed myself in a conversation with some wild northerly places that gathered me to them and breathed me in as I breathed them in. In that moment of waking I couldn’t find the spicy smell of leaves decaying…


# 9

I’m writing this from home in Cymru — wet wet weather here and the last golden hazel leaves make flickering patterns on the kitchen wall in that rare and silent sunlight of a late autumn morning. I’ve been back a week and picking up all the things I lay down to take 4 weeks away. …


#8

Have you had any of those life periods when things seem to be unfolding like a script of a film, where all the players fall into their roles and something unique and surprising is created? These times may be located somewhere on the emotional spectrum between ecstatic and devastating (and can easily be both), however, there’s an inevitability about them that is distinctive — it’s like being sucked into a black hole and you can use up a lot of energy fighting them. When you’re in one of those of life periods, you can’t comprehend with complete certainty how…


#7

It’s been a few days since I sat down to write — there’s a delicious tension in waiting until the desire to create word spells gets so unbearable that I just have to fire up this tech and distil images, experiences and feelings into language… and draw back temporarily from the wild edge I am becoming.

That night I left the beach to follow the Burn of the Cailleach and found a park up by intuition as daylight had long gone and there was no moon. Some places I call “rape woods” or “rape places” as they feel like…


#6

Leaving Ceanna Beinne mid-afternoon, I had the intention of visiting Rispond, the large house and quay where once lived the Tacksman who cleared the village. There was a swirl of thoughts and feelings in me as I drove towards it — curiosity to compare the grandeur and ease of this place with the tiny overshadowed crofts; a sense of needing to complete a circle by putting my body in the place that homed the man who, in this story, seems to be the villain, and by doing so, soften into some kind of compassion perhaps ?

As I turned…


#5

So back to now, and here and this remote coastline that blue sky led me to…and the carcasses of old crofts perched amongst the rocks above the road to which the occasional new house clings.

I first noticed the ruins in the shadow — it’s late October and the cottages have their shoulders hunched against the southwesterly wind, leaning into the lea of mountain — they won’t feel sun on their stones ’til March now. As I hop the fence to get closer, my feet find an old trackway, firmer than the surrounding squidge of red and green moss…


#4

Cold, still morning here in the shadow of Ceanna Beinne, near Durness on the north coast of the Isles of the British. Sea is deep blue reflective, and the plashy waters of the burn fill the soundscape along with solitary robin — he is alarming from the one gorse bush who flowers golden amongst a host of green ones gathered along the banks. I washed in the brown waters just now (and squealed a little to be truthful), and this I think, is what set Robin off.

I have meandered to this place along small windy roads of Assynt…


#3

I woke this morning to some muted sunlight coming in through my back windows…in the distance small islands in the bay float in shining stillness of sea and I can hear that dark burn water rushing after a night of heavy rain. I usually stick covers over my windows for warmth, but last night I left them down because (she whispers) I’m hoping to see the northern lights. I’m almost not admitting this desire to myself…I think I’m imagining that if I feign nonchalance, I’ll be able to sidle up on them and they won’t evade me. Already, my…

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